A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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niyam hai jiwan ka

परिवर्तन नियम है जीवन का,
You Used Me

You used me.

I thought you were the key,

But the truth is that you used me,

On the Idle Hill of Summer
On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer

aalu or kachalu

आलू कचालूआलू कचालू बेटा कहाँ गए थे,

The Life Of A Cupcake

They put me in the oven to bake.

Me, a deprived and miserable cake.

Feeling the h

MUSHKILEN ZARUR HAI

मुश्किलें जरुर है, मगर ठहरा नही हूं म�

Today I Am Afraid
Today I felt lost
I couldn't find Your hand.
I felt so Alone,
I just don't Understand.
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KOSHISH KARNE WALON KI HAAR NAHI HOTI

ASAFLTA EK CHUNOTI HAI, ISE SWIKAR KARO

KYA KAMI REH GAYI DEKHO OR SUDHAR KARO

JU

khoobsurat dosti ka rishta

कहते हैं कि दोस्ती का रिश्ता,
hamara desh khush nasib

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